Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has latched itself onto your face and is laying an embryo in your stomach.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
An Al Gore Campaign Button
A very dull sword
A CD of E=MO2 signed by Emo Phillips
An Angry Canadian Goose
A missing link
A Kidney Stone in a Small Glass Jar
A 1997 Nickel
A lemon meringue pie
A Grapefruit scented candle
A ziploc bag with a bit of white residue

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